The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the canteen smelled of boiled cabbage and rust. It was a thick, suffocating scent that clung to the back of the throat, a physical weight that settled into the bones. We sat in rows of metal tables, the legs bolted to the concrete floor, our faces pale in the flickering light of the sodium lamps. I looked at the tray in front of me. A single portion of gray mush, perhaps beef,...

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